For Halloween, I told Jensen he should be either be
FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER
OR A MUMMY
I would think that with stitches and a bunch of white gauze, both options would be great. Jensen didn't think so. I also would have thought that an accident invovling sharp instruments during the week of halloween would have taken place while we were carving pumpkins, but no, not at our house!!!
Thursday night I was at a R.S. activity and got a call from a VERY sad child. Through the crying, I heard the words, "running", "Didn't know", "open" and "CUT REALLY BAD!!!!" I knew it was Jensen, so I hung up immediately and headed home. On the way home I called Brooklyn to see how bad the cut was, and she didn't even know about it. When I pulled into the driveway, Jensen was on the porch, crying. I took him in the house, thinking it couldn't really be that bad. He had a wet washcloth on his left hand. I lifted the washcloth up, and between the spurts and gushing of blood, I could tell we were going to need some stitches. I asked the girls to please pick up the house and get to bed (It was 8:50 mind you). I told them I would be home soon. I called BJ on the way to the emergency room and let him know what was going on. (This was the third day that I had spent hours in the clinic by the way . . . . getting a little bit tired of that place.)
A quick assessment by the ER tech, and we knew we needed stitches. The doctor did a great job. Jensen was even greater. He didn't cry when they cleaned it out, gave him numbing shots, or put in the stitches. For a seven year old, I think he is pretty DANG tough!! I kept joking with him though, hoping to make time go a little faster, or keep him side-tracked. After the doctor started putting in the stitches, I told Jensen he could be Frankenstein's Monster for Halloween instead of a bear. (Did I mention he was wearing his costume when the accident happened, and thus, in the ER room too . . .kind of special.) Once they got the gauze on his hand, I asked him if we should just take a little bit extra gauze home and he could be a mummy. He didn't find my humor very funny.
So, six stitches later, we headed home. I was spent. Done For. Finished. Exhausted. Mentally KaPut. and knew I would be heading into a disaster area when I walked in the door. But to my surprise, Brooklyn saved me!!
I walked in to a clean front room, dining room, computer area, and clean kitchen. All of these rooms had been a WRECK when I left. Bless her little heart! (Yes, I am getting tears in my eyes just writing this.) What a great girl! She could tell I was stressed out (in my defense, it had been a long, crazy, sick child, busy work week). She had stayed up late to clean everything for me!! How did she know how much that would mean to me??
I never did get the full story from Jensen . . .. I am pretty sure it involved RUNNING with scissors, he claims he has something to do with CRAWLING with scissors. Hmmmmm..........